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Jogja Is Dancing On My Eyelids
I will be in Jogja by end of this month, yet her vibe is already occupying me.
Jogja, I’ll be there very soon.
Can’t wait.
But I have to wait.
as long as my home is not ready for safety and comfort to stay, this is my home in Jogja – d’Omah
it is not a luxurious place to stay, it is just a cluster of Javanese traditionally original houses in a village called Tembi in Sewon district
i’ve stayed in some hotels in the city, some resorts in jungle area and think d’Omah is my most affordable home
library that might not have the books i want but it provides some worth reading for other guests
my own home won’t have the luxury of facing the rice field, d’Omah does!
another luxury: a small river in the middle of the property
i enjoy the “noise”, prayer call is one of the best noise on earth other than the voice of the people i love and my favourite music
this is actually a luxury for me, in Singapore i can only hear prayer call in Masjid Sultan
when i am not alone in Jogja, i am accompanied by my best friend Mbak Roh who always wakes up before the morning prayer call so i wake up by her noise instead of by the “noise”
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loro blonyo – my home will definitely have one pair 🤍
the evening in d’Omah is mostly quiet and often romantic although i feel the lighting is not sufficient for me to read books
i learnt the lesson so my home will have at least two areas with bright lighting for reading: the study and the kitchen connected to the livingroom
a home is a place where this heart beats calmly and this body moves relaxedly
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d’Omah address: Jl. Parangtritis Km 8.5 Tembi, Timbulharjo, Kec. Sewon, Kabupaten Bantul, Daerah Istimewa Yogyakarta 55186, Indonesia
Love, No Doubt
Love is a mountain.
Stands still?
It does but it moves too to balance the center of Mother Earth.
No doubt.
Gives much?
It does but it sweeps too to clean what does not belong to the era.
No doubt.
Saves water?
It does but it stops flowing water to respond to destroyed roots.
No doubt.
Does good?
It does but it harms too to protect the heart of life, love itself.
No doubt.
Embraces beauty?
It does but it embraces scars and wounds too to celebrate journey and age.
No doubt.
My love is a mountain.
No doubt.
Mount Merapi (also Candrageni), Yogyakarta – i so much miss home i cry
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Missing Home, Always
It's humble,
Warm,
Spacious,
Fragrant,
Sweet,
Loving,
Beautiful and
True
As this heart.
My home....
I miss
You.
this song depicts how i love my perfect home to be — i miss Jogja
November, please give me just one weekend to be there then i will be a prisoner again until next slot that you wholeheartedly give
❣️
Missing Home
There are times when I just want to be home, doing things that do not look outstanding in the eyes of the world but feel the world to this tiny heart.
Maybe one week is good enough…. When when….
….makan gudheg saja trus nyiram tanaman saja trus minum teh saja trus ndolani tetangga saja trus makan pisang goreng saja trus leyeh-leyeh saja trus baca buku saja trus begitu-begitu saja eh trus keliling jalan malioboro saja — oh so many saja that can make life just like that 💕
Carrickfergus (song)
I wish I was in carrickfergus
Where the castle looks out to sea.
I would swim over the deepest ocean
For my love to be with me.
But the sea is wide
And I can not swim over
Nor have I the wings to fly
I wish I had a handsome boatman,
To ferry me over, my love and I.
(part of the lyrics)
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Carrickfergus is a song that has charmed me with just some words in it and the flow of its music. Some words sound very old yet familiar to me, waking up something ancient in me that feels home.
Carrickfergus itself is a place in Ireland allegedly one of the oldest towns there. I’ve never wanted to visit the place although it is quite well known.
i have the cassette in which this song is in — yes, cassette that I bought back in 2002 😃
House at Home
A house stays
Where it is built.
A home wanders
Where the heart feels good.
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Anthurium
Story, Beloved
Told through colours, dots and lines
About nature love.
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So much miss “playgrounds” where plants are greeting freely with their stories and advices. Hallo Jogja and Bali, wait for me. 🍀
Need Some Stupid Conversation
We are all born naked
Dressed differently in death. What—
Would we do in life?
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Would keep laughing at myself in life because there are many comic moments in life (tragedy + time = comedy) — like being born every time, nakedly honest in front of own self
And would love to live around those who can see wisdom from what we’ve laughed at or jokes in wisdom— pure laughter, no humiliation, no underestimation, but yeah sweet insult 🤪
Can’t imagine how boring to live with those who can’t even laugh seeing their face on the mirror…. 🥳
Can’t wait to meet my best people and laugh at this life, accompanied with home made snacks and favourite drinks! Wisdom, jokes, social politic gossip and some stupid “garing” guessing games as always 🤓
Time is relative so next year can feel like one hour from now!
Missing Home
Where’s home, Beloved That gives warmth, food and laughter? Winter gets longer.
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Never was in mind that I would live in the time of Corona. Gabriel Garcia Marquez sounds relatable.
Salam….
Heaven Is Where?
Where are you now, Love? Home is around the corner. Turn right and be there.
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One of good friends sent her work of art, compiling her memories of Sulawesi trips into a sweet calling-home clip.
Thank you, Mbak Adek for reminding me that I’ve got home, a beautiful one. A beautiful home is a heaven on earth and in heart.
Home is where heaven is. Good friends make you realise that it’s real!
Salaam.
This video was produced by Adek Azhar. She is a cat lover, a happy mother and grandmother, a good friend, a crazy traveler, a senior journalist as best description of her. Can’t wait to travel with her after pandemic in our small group of awkward travelers! 💞
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